Quick Transmigration: Why did you provoke him? He's love-struck!

Chapter 272 Thorny Rose (29)

To prevent Song Yi from continuing his ambiguous and unilateral flirtation with her, she had to stop him as soon as possible.

Quietly distancing yourself is no longer an option; the best approach is to find an opportunity to expose his intentions and then clearly state your own stance.

Direct, hurtful, but effective.

Song returned quickly, bringing back two drinks.

After Yan Zhen finished drinking, seeing that Song Yi wanted to stick to her again, she made up an excuse to do his homework and asked to go to the study.

But Song Yi refused: "You're already tired from work. You finally have a day off, why do you need to do homework?"

Yan Zhen: "...I'm not tired, really."

Song Yi's attitude was firm: "I said you don't need to write it, so you don't need to write it. Let's continue playing games."

Yan Zhen: "..."

She rubbed her eyes: "My eyes are a little tired after wearing the holographic helmet for so long."

Song Yi thought for a moment and said, "Come on, I'll take you somewhere to relax."

He pulled Yan Zhen up and led her downstairs.

After leaving the living room, the two walked through a long corridor and walked for nearly ten minutes toward the back of the manor, where a large glass conservatory came into view.

The manor is planted with many flowers, but most of them are dormant in winter. Only in the glass greenhouse where temperature and humidity can be controlled, the roses of all colors are in full bloom.

Song Yi led Yan Zhen through the glass greenhouse door, and a rich fragrance wafted out, instantly invigorating Yan Zhen.

Inside the greenhouse, a gardener was busy pruning the branches. Song Yi waved for him to go out first, and soon only the two of them remained in the large space.

Song Yi walked through the greenhouse, introducing the rose varieties to Yan Zhen one by one.

He was clearly a frequent visitor, able to speak fluently about the varieties and habits of flowers. When he got excited, he would take out scissors and a basket and teach Yan Zhen how to cut fresh-cut flowers.

Yan Zhen was embraced from behind by Song Yi, who guided her through cutting a few flowers. Unable to bear the strange atmosphere, she broke free from Song Yi's embrace and changed the subject: "Do you really like roses?"

She was just asking casually, but since Song Yi had so many roses planted, he probably liked them.

Unexpectedly, Song Yi remained silent for a few seconds, then shook his head: "I don't like it."

Yan Zhen was taken aback: "If you don't like it, why did you plant it?"

Moreover, they planted so many roses and even built a temperature-controlled greenhouse specifically for them.

“My mom likes it.” Song Yi cut a sprig of deep red rose, its petals as delicate as velvet, and placed it in the basket Yan Zhen was carrying.

“Before my mother passed away, she said she wanted to take a nap and asked me not to make any noise. I asked her when she would wake up and play with me, and she said she would wake up when the flowers in the garden bloomed.”

Yan Zhen didn't reply, his gaze towards Song Yi was somewhat complicated.

“I was only three years old then, and I didn’t know she was lying to me. She left in winter, and the roses in the garden were bare, without even leaves. To make them bloom sooner, I watered them several times a day.”

At this point, Song Yi sighed softly, "When I grew up, I learned that roses only bloom when the weather gets hot, and watering alone isn't enough; they also need fertilizer and pruning for them to produce large and beautiful flowers."

Yan Zhen didn't know how to comfort him, so she could only say dryly, "Your mother would be very happy to see this garden of roses."

Song Yi seemed to have thought of something, and the smile on his lips deepened: "Yes, I'm very happy too."

Yan Zhen emerged from the greenhouse with a basket full of roses.

Song Yi became interested and had someone bring over a vase, wanting to personally demonstrate the flower arranging techniques he had learned to Yan Zhen.

The flowers were halfway arranged when the butler came in to report, "Miss, the young master has arrived."

"Tell him to come in."

A moment later, a young man in a dark blue business suit walked in carrying a briefcase.

The man was in his late twenties, wearing gold-rimmed glasses, and exuded the aura of a seasoned professional.

Upon entering the living room, his gaze swept over Yan Zhen, and he nodded to her as a greeting. Then he looked at Song Yi with a respectful and humble attitude: "Cousin... I've come to deliver the company's monthly report."

"Just put it there." Song Yi was busy with what he was doing and didn't even look up.

The man took the documents out of his briefcase, placed them on the table, and then stood aside quietly waiting.

After finishing with the last few roses, Song Yi looked up and saw the man still standing there. He tilted his head and asked, "Cousin, is there anything else?"

The man paused, a hint of nervousness creeping into his expression: "It's like this, last time you asked me to acquire the shares held by General Manager Chen, but something went wrong halfway through, and his family came to the company to cause trouble."

"Oh? Is it all taken care of?"

"The matter has been temporarily put on hold."

Song Yi frowned slightly: "Temporarily?"

The man seemed even more nervous: "The company will be holding a shareholders' meeting today, and we will handle this matter as soon as possible."

"That's good." Song Yi smiled. "If there's nothing else, you can go back now. I have guests here, and I don't want to talk about business today."

"Okay, then you go ahead with your work."

As the man turned to leave, Yan Zhen noticed fine beads of sweat on his forehead.

This person's attitude... is a bit strange.

He is Song Yi's cousin. Song Yi is young, so he manages the company on her behalf. The two can be said to have a superior-subordinate relationship, but they are also cousins.

Even if they weren't very close, a cousin who was more than ten years older than Song Yi shouldn't be so afraid of his underage cousin.

But why is he so afraid of Song Yi?

Only after the man's figure disappeared through the doorway did Yan Zhen whisper, "Your cousin seems to be very afraid of you."

Song Yi smiled mysteriously: "I have something on him."

"What handle?"

“A handle that could ruin his reputation.” Song Yi said with a grin, “He’s incredibly ambitious. He used to try to take over the company at the instigation of his aunt and uncle. If I hadn’t had something on him, he would have swallowed him whole by now.”

The words were clear.

An orphan girl with a huge inheritance, especially a minor orphan girl, is considered a highly desirable catch by outsiders.

Song Yi was quite skilled at flower arranging; she quickly arranged a vase of flowers using a variety of materials.

He presented the flowers to Yan Zhen like a precious treasure: "Aren't they beautiful?"

"nice."

"If you like, I'll have someone deliver a bottle of fresh-cut flowers to Dexianlou every day from now on."

Yan Zhen: "...We'll talk about it later."

Yan Zhen spent most of the day at the Song family's house. During this time, he tried to leave several times, but Song Yi refused him each time, neither too harshly nor too gently.

But when they were alone, he would stick to her like a piece of chewing gum. In the evening, Yan Zhen finally left the Song family by making up an excuse that "there is a drone flight show at a certain square tonight, let's go watch it".

The butler drove the two to the square. Although it was very cold, there were quite a few people watching the drone show. The two, dressed like dumplings, found a good spot to sit down and wait for the drone show to start.

But after sitting for a while, Song Yi started to get restless again. One moment he would take off the scarf that still had his body heat and tie it around Yan Zhen's neck, and the next he would pull her hand into his pocket to warm it up.